Reflective
Reflection was provided to me
through the words
i scattered on the page
a mirror where i cant see myself
but i know myself more clearly here
i see my faults
my flaws
the times when i failed
when i hurt you
i promise i didnt mean to
i see all this in the words i write
the anger i pour forth
an infection being drained
from my brain
i keep them hidden
from your eyes
the hurt will never mar your face
i write as a diagnostic of the hurt inside
i write to draw it out of me
i write to leave it on the page
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